"I haven't been here in ages," Ilisidi said. "Gods felicitious, the old man hasn't moved a stick of furniture in twenty years, has he?"
"I'm only a recent guest, aiji-ji."
"Tatiseigi has no imagination. No imagination. I'd have thought young Damiri would at least be rid of that damn vase." This, with a wave of her cane narrowly missing the vase in question. A servant flinched. "The old woman hated that thing. Tatiseigi's mother hated it. But no, they shoot the lilies, never the damn vase. Next time someone tries to shoot you, Bren-ji, promise me, have that vase in the room."
"One will remember, aiji-ma."
